#aether/dew/phantom

[ghoul-slime]

Star Pupil

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,388

Pairing: Aether/Dew/Phantom, Phantom/Dew, Aether/Phantom

Tags: Threesome, dirty talk, anal sex, fingering, teaching, possessive Aether (kind of), power dynamics, PWP, Phantom might be in over his head but he is trying

Summary: Aether may not be going out on tour with the rest of the ghouls, but that doesn't mean he can't teach Phantom how to properly care for Dewdrop in his absence.

Or basically: Aether teaches Phantom how to fuck Dew real good.

Missing Aether and coping by writing smut. First Ghost fic and not beta read, have mercy.

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It’s the day before they leave for tour. Instruments and equipment packed and ready, buses and flights scheduled, and passports and paperwork in order. Every mundane detail taken care of. There’s just this one last thing. One incredibly important thing, since this is the first time Aether won’t be out on tour with the rest of them. Right now top priority is making sure his Dewdrop will be well taken care of in his absence.

And that’s how Phantom ends up in Aether’s room, sitting on his knees at attention on Aether’s bed with Dew spread out in front of both of them on the sheets. Phantom is anxious but eager. Eager to show Aether how much he can trust him with his most precious ghoul. Just how good he can be for him, for their pack.

Dew’s naked, propped up on two pillows, skinny little legs casually splayed open, leaving all of him on display. He looks unphased. 

Phantom, however, is sweating bullets. He’s nervous and more than a little bit self-conscious. He’s already achingly hard in his pants. Has been since the bedroom door closed behind him.

“What are you waiting for?” Dew quips, snapping Phantom out of his stupor. “Take your fucking clothes off already.”

Phantom turns to Aether, helpless. Aether chuckles and reaches to pull Phantom’s shirt off over his head for him.

“Be nice, Dew,” he chides. “He’s gonna be taking care of you for the next few months.” 

“Yeah, him and everyone else on that fucking bus,” Dew laughs, sounding pleased with himself.

Aether reaches out and tickles the sole of Dew’s foot, earning him an indignant squawk followed by a playful kick to the shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get started” Aether starts. His tone so far is gentle. Like he’s about to teach Phantom some complicated guitar riff and not how to fuck his little ghoul boyfriend straight into next week.

“Lucifer, fucking finally.” Dew rolls his eyes and props himself up on his elbows to look down at the two other ghouls.

Aether chuckles again. “He’s going to be a brat every time. But with a little practice,” Aether pauses to dig a bottle of lube out of the bedside table drawer, talking about Dew like he’s not even there.

“You’ll fuck the attitude right out of him in no time.”

Phantom takes in the sight before him. Dew is stretched out on the bed, slim legs spread and cock lying half-hard against his belly. Shiny silver rings threaded through pink nipples, peaked and pebbled in the cool air of Aether’s bedroom. Phantom’s eyes roam up his chest to the long blond hair spilling past his shoulders and pooling around his head. He stops at Dew’s face, where he’s grinning up at Phantom, sharp fangs on display. 

Predatory. A challenge. 

Phantom thinks he’s up for it.

“Lesson one,” Aether interrupts Phantom’s dumbfounded staring with a clap of his hands. “Kiss him.”

He gestures towards Dew with a nod of his head. Aether’s tone and facial expression have gone serious, and Phantom leaps to comply, crawling towards Dew on all fours until he’s hovering just above his face. Dew is still grinning up at him and Phantom can see just how beautiful the smaller ghoul is. Sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes, a remnant of his past life as water ghoul. Now that he’s this close he can see the lightest dusting of freckles across Dew’s forehead, just near his hairline. 

Phantom takes it all in as he leans in for a kiss, brushing plush lips against Dew’s. Dew opens up easily for him and Phantom kisses him lazily. 

“Get your tongue into his mouth,” Aether snaps after only a moment, unimpressed. 

Phantom gasps and deepens the kiss, leaning further into Dew, licking into his mouth, past his fangs, feeling Dew’s tongue move wet and hot against his own. Dew hums into the kiss, opening his mouth wider to let Phantom in deeper. 

“Good,” Aether continues, satisfied. “He likes when you get rough with him. Bite his lip.” 

Phantom complies, nipping Dew’s bottom lip between his fangs. He’s rewarded with a groan from the little ghoul.

“Now spit in his mouth.” 

Phantom whips his head around toward Aether so fast his neck hurts. He half expects Aether to laugh, tell him he’s kidding, but his expression remains unchanged. He turns back to Dew, who’s grinning up at him again. The little ghoul closes his eyes, opens his mouth and sticks his little pink tongue out. Waiting patiently for Phantom to do as he’s been asked.

All the blood in Phantom’s head rushes straight to his cock and his vision blurs, suddenly lightheaded with how hot Aether’s command and Dew’s immediate compliance make him. His eyes don’t leave Dew’s mouth, wet and open and waiting for him. When he spits, spatters of saliva hit Dew’s tongue and chin. Dew swallows and Phantom immediately dives in for another kiss, tongue swirling into Dew’s mouth, fangs nipping at his lips.

“Good,” Aether repeats himself, shifting on the bed, adjusting himself in his pants. Phantom beams, hearing Aether’s own breathing start to pick up. Dew’s still propped up on his elbows, pupils blown out, lips pink and shiny with Phantom’s spit.

“Look how wrecked he gets just from kissing,” Aether chuckles lightly. “Now imagine how he’s gonna be once you get that fat cock of yours into him.”

Dew whimpers softly, spreading his legs wider as his smug little facade begins to falter. Phantom can see a thin sheen of sweat already breaking out across his small body. He wants to dive in, kiss him even more breathless. Tangle his hands in Dew’s hair and pull. Lick into his mouth and bruise those lips with his own. But he’s here for a lesson from Aether. Wants to be his best for Dew, to take care of him well enough to make Aether proud. So he sits back on his haunches and waits for the next direction.

“Now take your pants off and get yourself between his legs,” Aether commands. 

Phantom jumps up and shucks his pants and boxers, hard cock bobbing in the cool air of the room before he climbs back onto the bed and scoots himself between Dew’s spread thighs. Dew’s watching him with hooded eyes and his bottom lip trapped between sharp fangs. Phantom positions himself and Dew watches engrossed, with a blush that spreads across his pretty face, down his neck, and all the way across his chest. 

“Get your hands on him. All over him,” Aether continues. “He likes his nipples played with most.”

Phantom skims his hands up Dew’s lean thighs, travels them up over his sharp hip bones and across the soft skin of his stomach before coming to rest on his little pecs. He can feel Dew’s nipples, stiff beneath his palms. He rolls both buds between his thumbs and forefingers, dragging a low moan out of Dew’s mouth.

“Now play with the rings,” Aether tells him. “Pull on them. Don’t be shy now, he likes it to hurt.”

Phantom gasps again, tugging on the silver rings gently.

Aether clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Harder.”

Phantom pulls harder and Dew groans with it, cock kicking, fully filled out and starting to glisten wet and shiny-sticky at the flushed tip.

“That’s right,” Aether goads, “Squeeze those little tits. Get him nice and worked up.”

Phantom squeezes and tugs, massaging Dew’s tight little chest and tugging at his nipples. Twisting the silver rings between his fingers.

“He can cum just like this, you know,” Aether interjects, sounding proud. “Just from having his tits played with. Get him worked up enough and he’ll be squirting all over you before you can even get anything inside him.”

Phantom and Dew both groan in unison. Dew’s cock kicks again, dribbling a glob of pre onto a wet spot pooling just under his belly button. Suddenly Aether has a hand on Phantom’s shoulder, pulling him back and off Dew.

“Not tonight though,” Aether drawls. “You wanna fuck him, right? Look at him. He’s getting desperate for it.”

Phantom nods furiously, cock hard and dripping. He feels just as desperate as Dew looks. So wrecked and they haven’t even fucked properly yet.

“Gonna have to prep him first though,” Aether interrupts. “So here’s your next lesson. He’s small and he’s tight. So tight you won’t believe it. Gonna have to work a couple fingers into him before he can take you. Gotta be careful though,” Aether squeezes Phantom’s shoulder again, “Don’t want him cumming too soon on those long fingers of yours.”

Dew groans again, and Phantom’s eyes snap back down to him. Dew is staring up at them both, jaw slack and chest heaving. His thighs are spread wide around Phantom’s hips, and Phantom can see his little pink hole fluttering with anticipation.”

Aether trails his fingers down Phantom’s arm before placing the bottle of lube in his hands.

“He’ll be wet inside already,” Aether starts.

Phantom turns to look at Aether, who is grinning down at Dew proudly.

Aether turns back to Phantom shrugging. “Ex-water ghoul,” he explains nonchalantly.

“He’ll be wet, but he likes it messy. Sloppy. He wants to feel it dripping down his thighs, smeared across his cheeks,” Aether explains, still talking about Dew as if he isn’t even there despite looking down at him fondly.

Aether turns back to Phantom, expression stern again. “Now get your fingers inside him before I lose my patience and do it myself. Start with one.”

Phantom scrambles to uncap the lube and squirts a generous amount directly onto Dew’s twitching hole, watching it dribble down and pool between his cheeks on Aether’s sheets. He runs the pad of his index finger through the slick and around the ring of muscle, petting softly before slowly pushing his way inside Dew’s burning hot body. Dew’s eyes roll back with it, groaning at the intrusion. 

Aether’s right. Tight. He’s so tight, Phantom thinks to himself and pushes his finger deeper, all the way in, up to the last knuckle.

Dew keens with it, arching his back off the bed, canting his hips up. Stiff little cock straining into the air as Phantom pets inside him with one long finger. Sliding out and back in again, watching with rapt attention at how eagerly Dew takes him. He fucks him like this, with one finger for a few more strokes, marveling at the way Dew feels inside. Hot and wet and so tight.

“Another finger,” Aether directs. 

Without hesitation Phantom pulls out and slides a second finger in alongside the first. Dew takes him in easily. He presses in deep, working Dew open. Scissoring his fingers, crooking the pads to pet all the way inside him, pulling sweet little gasps and sighs from the smaller ghoul’s mouth.

“Hmm,” Aether contemplates from behind Phantom’s shoulder. Making a show of sounding unsure, like he’s considering something.

Phantom stills his fingers, feeling Dew’s hot body throb around him, and turns to Aether.

“You know,” Aether muses. “Your fingers are so much slimmer than mine,” He holds one big hand out to emphasize.  “I think you might need to get three, maybe four of yours into him before he can take you.”

With that Dew lets out a deep, shuddering moan, hands reaching up to toy with his own chest. Pinching and rolling taut nipples between his fingers. Phantom feels him twitch around the fingers he still has buried in his ass. 

Aether quirks an eyebrow and grins, all fang. “I think he likes that idea.”

Phantom nods stupidly and pulls out, pressing back in with a third finger. Dew stretches around him, shiny pink rim swallowing his fingers up. He fucks him like that again, wet squelching sounds filling the air as he works Dew open wide.

“Good. Good. Four fingers now,” Aether instructs. “And make him hold his legs open for you so you can really get in there.”

Dew immediately reaches down to hold his legs open, not bothering to wait for Phantom’s input. 

Phantom scoots in closer and pulls out, reaching back to drizzle another glob of lube onto his already shining wet fingers. He smears more lube around Dew’s ass, rim twitching and fluttering as Dew holds himself open. Waiting.

He slips two fingers back in, then three. Fucks in and out a few times before crowding four fingers together and pushing them inside Dew slowly, watching with slack jaw as Dew opens up for him.

Dew’s head is thrown back. His chest heaves with concentration as Phantom pushes in and out with four fingers, pulling him open. Preparing him just like Aether told him to.

Aether hums in appreciation. “You’re doing so good. Look at that. Can almost get your whole hand inside him, can’t you?”

Phantom whimpers, free hand flying to his cock, squeezing the base. He’s gonna bust if Aether keeps talking like this. The feel of Dew’s hot body around his fingers and Aether’s filthy words are too much to take in together. He stops, shaking, breathing loud and heavy and trying to bring himself back under control.

“Yeah,” Aether continues, relentlessly. “Yeah he can take it all, your whole hand. But that’s a lesson for another day. Maybe next tour.” He laughs.

And with that he claps Phantom on his bare shoulder, the shock of it causes him and Dew yelp simultaneously. He wrenches his fingers from Dew’s body with a thick, wet sound and Dew yelps again.

Aether leans in to growl into Phantom’s ear, “You’re going to fuck him now. Just like I say. You’re gonna take real good care of him for me and he’s gonna be so, so good for you”

Phantom inhales and nods. Steadies his breathing and waits for the rest of Aether’s instruction.

“Slick yourself up. And let him see, he likes to watch. See you get that big cock nice and wet and ready for him.”

Phantom scrambles for the lube again, fumbling as it slips through already slippery fingers. He grabs the bottle, face burning, and squirts far too much directly onto his straining cock. He’s embarrassed, afraid Aether will chide him, but instead Aether rubs his back, comforting.

“Good,” he soothes, gentle again. “Just like that, he’s gonna like that so much. Feel how big you are, how wet you’re gonna get him. He’s gonna be so wet and so messy and so fucked open by you. You’re doing so good for him. For us.”

Dew’s still holding himself open when Phantom lines up, blunt head of his cock wet and sticky and sliding through the mess of Dew’s ass. He cants his hips up, pushing in, sliding inside so easily and taking in all the breathless little moans Dew gives him as he bottoms out. 

Phantom isn’t going to last long, he knows it. Not like this. Not with the way Dew’s hot little body feels so tight around him. Not with the sweet little noises Dew makes with each thrust of Phantom’s hips. Absolutely not with the way Aether is steadily feeding filth into his ear. Pressing his body closer to Phantom and growling dirty things directly into his ear as he desperately rails Dew on Aether’s bed.

“Mmm so good,” Aether drawls. “Taking care of my Dewdrop so good, I’m so proud of you.” Phantom feels Aether’s breath in his ear as he talks. Goading him to fuck Dew harder, mattress squeaking and headboard rattling. “You’re gonna wreck him all tour, aren’t you? Keep him nice and satisfied for me?”

“How about it?” Aether continues, “Fuck him fast and hard, bent over whatever surface you can get him on in the dressing rooms? Squeeze some bruises into those little hips? Make him go out on stage with your cum dripping down his thighs? Or maybe you have him ride you in your bunk on the bus, grinding down slow and deep onto your cock late at night? You’ll have to be careful though, he’s loud and you won’t want to wake the others or they’ll want to join in,” Aether grins. “Or what about hotel room nights? You’ll lay him down sweet and soft in those crisp clean sheets and eat him out, taste him on your tongue for as long as you can, until he’s sobbing, crying, begging for you to fuck him.” 

Dew groans on the bed, whispering a litany of soft little pleas and curses to himself as Phantom fucks in and out frantically, spurred on by the future Aether paints in his mind. He’s close, and by the way Dew is wriggling on his cock, grinding down and spasming around him, he must be close too.

Aether interjects again. The lesson isn’t over yet. “Fuck him harder. Go on, give him what he wants. Fold him in half and get those legs of his up by his pretty little face.”

Phantom pushes in blindly, folding Dew up, pressing him in half and pushing his knees down until he’s all but folded in half. His hips never falter, fucking frantically, the sharp sound of his skin slapping Dew’s wet ass as he fucks him as hard as he can. Dew wails with it, letting go of his legs and scrambling to jack himself off in time with Phantom’s thrusts.

Aether has one last trick, crowding his way closer to Phantom. Nosing into his temple, inhaling his scent. Phantom feels the metal loop of Aether’s nose ring as he nuzzles into the shell of his ear. “Give me your hand,” Aether growls, tugging lightly at his wrist until Phantom shifts his weight to support himself on one hand as he continues fucking hard into Dew.

Aether guides Phantom’s hand to Dew’s belly, just below his belly button and presses. All three of them groan in unison.

“You can feel it, can’t you? Feel yourself inside of him?”

Phantom nods frantically, sweat dripping off of his forehead and splattering onto Dew’s skin below. 

“Yes, yes,” is all Phantom can manage. This is it, he feels his orgasm barreling toward him, with every stroke of his cock inside he can feel himself through the taut muscle of Dew’s body, Aether firmly pressing down on his hand. Dew is still jacking himself frantically, head shaking back and forth on the pillow as Aether pushes down on his belly.

Aether leans in, grabbing Phantom’s head and turning it toward himself. He crashes his lips against Phantom’s, tongue pushing in and kissing him wet and deep before pulling back away.

“Come inside him now,” Aether commands, and suddenly Phantom can’t see straight, vision blurring and going dark around the edges as he cums with a shout, pressing in and shooting deep inside Dew’s quivering body.

He comes to just as Dew follows, clamping down on his still twitching cock and wailing, crying out “Aether, ohhhh, I’m - oh no Aether.” Dew’s babbling as his orgasm wracks his body, repeatedly crying out Aether’s name as he jacks every drop out of himself, splattering his chest and neck, a few stray droplets hitting himself in the face. Landing on those pretty pink lips.

Without waiting for Aether’s instruction Phantom dips down to kiss Dew, lapping the remnants of his release from his lips. Dew kisses back immediately. 

When Phantom turns to Aether he sees him grinning down at Dew. His face is flushed and he’s sweating. He leans down to give Dew a kiss of his own, and Dew reaches up immediately to wrap slender arms around Aether’s neck, pulling him in, kissing him deeply. 

Phantom sits there dumbly, softening cock still buried inside Dew. 

He watches them kiss for a few moments more before pulling out. That seems to get their attention again. The shit-eating grin has returned to Dew’s flushed face.

Now it’s his turn for Aether to grin at him. Reaching out to ruffle Phantom’s sweat damp hair. He cups his chin and looks him in the eyes. 

“You did so good,” he praises. “I know you’re gonna take such good care of my Dewdrop for me. There’s just one last thing for you to remember now.”

Phantom looks at him, wide-eyed, still gasping for breath.

“Fuck him all you want, but it’s gonna be my name he screams every time he cums.”

THE END and then Phantom and Dew both got on their knees and gave Aether a big old wet nasty sloppy blowjob as thanks for such an informative and thorough lesson.

[kalesaladd]

[texting]

dew: who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

aether: language!

phantom: yeah! watch your fucking language!

swiss: okay, who taught phantom the fuck word?!

rain: “the fuck word”

mountain: are you stupid? you guys use the f word all the time!

aurora: oh my god he censored it.

swiss: say fuck, mountain.

cumulus: do it, mountain. say fuck.

[cardi-c]

YOU SUCK

52/∞ ghovie gifs

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom "playing" a Custom Fender Jazzmaster in the Lachryma video and it sitting so low on him had me thinking about my headcanon that he has been burrowing Aether's guitar all along (he wore his helmet the first couple of shows too after all). *

And now, that Phantom has found his place, has proven himself to the pack and the ministry, Aether gifts him the Fender.

But not just any random one. It's the one Phantom has been gushing about to him while cockwarming the big guy no less. How pretty it is and how he'd customize it to his liking.

The 'Dew plays a Fender too' and 'How much easier it would be to play for me' was left unsaid at the time. But Aether knew. Saw the ongoing need for approval. To be equal. Remembered Dew's struggle with the shape and size of the Fantomen.

So he makes it happen after the tumult of Copia's promotion and the new Papa died down, talks to the Frater and V, and secretly gets a little bat engraved on the backside of the guitar and decorates the strap with a purple banana pin. He has to stop Dew from trying to slap a sticker of himself on it several times as well.

And Aether, who gets kissed within an inch of his life when he presents the guitar to Phantom, vows to himself once again that nothing will ever happen to his bug.

*Disclaimer: I assume it's a Jazzmaster. It could be a Jaguar as well please don't come at me. My eyesight has taken a dive in the last few days and I couldn't look as closely as I'd like.

Also, I know they don't just have that ONE guitar they use during shows but Aether's gift is the one that marked the change. If there even is a change, maybe it was just for that one occasion and he simply broke the Fantomen meant for the shoot. 😂

[cumulo-ghoulll]

Feral Ghouls HCs

(hunting season pt. 5)

Copia baby talks all of his ghouls when they're feral

If any of them come up to him (and doesn't look too aggressive) he squeals "my baby!!", or "oh! a lil ghoul!!", or "look at that lil creature!!"

He leaves out food for all of them every night, it's usually a selection of their favourite snacks and whatever was left over from dinner

Copia likes to eat his lunch outside as well

He usually ends up sharing it with Dew or Swiss

Dew in particular is very vocal when he's 'found' food and ends up attracting at least seven other ghouls

By the time Primo's or Secondo's ghouls have come to see what's going on, Copia's already dropped his lunch and has ran back inside

Occasionally, Copia will spot Terzo's ghouls

They're very rarely seen but will sprint over to Copia if they see him

Alpha is usually the only one to come over

He likes being around Dew, and since Dew is usually with Copia, he'll run over to Copia

He's a pretty big ghoul, certainly bigger than Aether, so having a giant, unglamoured, feral hell beast running full speed at him always scares the shit out of Copia

Sometimes, he gets circled by Terzo's ghouls if they haven't seen him in a while

They'll all pace round him and sniff as they decide whether to maul him or not

Copia is, by this point, screaming for Terzo to do something

His brother will lean out of his window, complain that he woke him up, and tell his ghouls to leave Copia alone

They usually all go scampering back into the woods

The ghoulettes are also very rarely spotted

Cumulus is very trusting of Copia when she's feral and likes to find him on her third or fourth day of the season to have her hair brushed and plaited to keep it tidy

She'll purr the whole time and Copia pulls her curls out of her face and ties them back neatly

By the time, she's usually fallen asleep in his lap

Copia doesn't dare move in case he wakes her and has been stuck for hours before

Once Lus lets him go, he has to go and get his lint roller and roll all the hair and fluff off of him (Lus sheds like mad when she's feral)

If Rain goes to Copia, he likes to greet him by shaking pond water onto him

Everyone knows that Copia was with Rain when he comes back inside soaking wet

Rain also likes to bring him fish he's caught and tries to get him to eat it

Copia will then pull the good old "look over there!" trick and throw the fish back into the pond while Rain isn't looking

Copia's been bitten by Rain a lot too and had tiny scars on his hands because of it

Rain never bites him out of malice, it's usually when Copia's trying to get some algae or fish scales out of Rain's hair

Rain thinks it's a game and will nip at Copia's hand when it goes past his mouth

To Rain, he's only biting softly, but he forgets he has serrated teeth which hook into flesh so they'll catch and tear Copia's hand when he bites

Copia's brothers and most of the siblings of sin criticise him for still visiting his ghouls during hunting season but he pays them no mind

He did try to keep away from them once, but they all managed to break into his room and destroy the place while he was out because he wasn't giving them any attention

Copia learned his lesson that day.

[static-downside]

Everyone always gives dew and phantom beef but I personally think they would be besties in the awkward old man and gen z besties way u feel me

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Aether calls Dew. With a twist.

Aether smiles when Dew answers the facetime so quickly it barely has time to ring. It's a strange new routine, calling him to get to hear him talk about his day instead of simply slipping under the covers next to Dew and listening to him, but they make do.

"You won't believe it," the fire ghoul starts the second his face popsup on the screen. The lighting is kind of shit, hotel room lights dimmed down to the point where Aether kind of struggles to make out Dew's features, but it's always better than nothing. The quint chuckles fondly, watches as his favorite fire ghoul tugs at the collar of his sleep shirt with an annoyed huff. His cheeks look a bit flushed, he's probably just out the shower.

"I always believe you, firelily. What happened ?"

Dew rolls his eyes, shifts a bit.

"I'm rooming with fucking Phantom."

Aether cannot help the way he snorts. Dew's dramatic streak is showing, the way he huffs and puffs for so little.

"Come on, I don't understand what your problem is with him. He's sweet, and he rocks on stage."

Dew shrugs petulantly, glaring down at what Aether assumes are his shoes, eyes so scalding he could probably burn a hole through them and the hotel room floor. He opens his mouth to answer, but immediately clicks it shut, jaw working as he shifts again, brow knitted.

"He's- so fucking cheery, what the fuck is there to be so happy about ?"

Aether openly bursts out laughing now. Dew doesn't look too upset about it, though. If anything, he looks a bit distracted, fiddling with the phone and adjusting his position once more. From the angle, the quint can only see him from the top of his head to the middle of his chest, but even so, Aether notices his strange body language. Like Dew is holding something back. The quint's laughter dies down, replaced by worry.

"Dew, is everything alright ?"

The phone is shuffled around again, unidentified noises reaching Aether's ears, too muffled and distorted by the poor sound quality of his own phone for him to recognize it. Dew licks his lips, the way he does when he tries to appear casual.

"Fine, Aeth, don't you worry your pretty head."

Alarm bells ring in Aether's mind. Now that he's more thoroughly paying attention to it, Dew's whole demanor is strange. He seems twitchy, restless.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm fine, Aether. Now can I go back to bitching about Phantom ?"

The quint sighs in defeat, more than aware he won't get anywhere if he keeps pushing. Fine. Let's hope Dew will open up throughout the conversation.

"Alright, alright. Still. you should give it a rest, he's a great ghoul."

Dew scoffs, and now there is nothing on this earth or below it that will keep him from ranting, complaining about clinginess and overzeal. Aether vaguely wonders where Phantom is for Dew to speak his annoyance so freely, with no visible fear of getting caught by the subject of his exasperation. Probably out to get post ritual drinks with Swiss and Aurora, if Aether had to guess.

"-and it's not like he realizes it eITHEr-"

The quints' musings are abruptly interrupted by Dew's loud voice crack. The fire ghoul freezes, looking mortified, red flush crawling up his neck. He's about to say something, when his eyes roll back and his whole frame tenses, fangs sinking into his bottom lip.

"Shit," he pants, swallowing thickly. Oh. Aether knows that tone. Knows that reaction. The noises from earlier are back, louder, much clearer. Wet, incriminating noises. The quint facepalms.

"Are you- fucking hell, Dew."

The fire ghoul groans, eyelashes fluttering.

"Sorry, Aeth. Just...fuck."

Aether tuts, but he's chuckling.

"'m talking to you, and you're getting blown. What, thought I wouldn't realize ?"

Dew snorts, though it morphs into a low moan.

"Was betting on you being too tired. Wanna see ?"

Aether's dick twitches in interest at the thought. He grins, arching an eyebrow.

"You have to ask ?"

Dew fumbles with the phone, holding it high until Aether has an upward view of him, head thrown back against the chair's headrest, legs widely spread to accomodate the ghoul hunched between them. The fire ghoul's hand is burried in an oh so recognizable mop of white and purple streaked hair.

"Dewdrop ghoul, you fucking fiend," Aether huffs increduoulsy as Phantom pulls away from Dew's cock just enough to grin at him and mumble a "Hi Aether" before the fire ghoul is pushing him back into his groin. "You were shit-talking him while he was giving you head ?"

Dew groans at something Phantom does, taking his sweet time answering. Aether wishes the light and image quality was better, the sweet noises coming from the two ghouls so enticing.

"Mmh, he likes it," Dew finally huffs, playfully tugging on one of Phantom's curl. Whatever the quint does in retaliation nearly has the fire ghoul arching off the chair with a sound they're sure to get noise complaints about.

"Well," Aether chuckles while fishing his cock out of his boxers with a relieved sigh, "looks like you're warming up to him."

Oh how he loves the laugh that answers him.

[haunted-girlyy]

Dewdrop, grabbing Phantom from behind the corner and taking away his sweets: Trick or treat, bug.

Phantom, crying and screaming: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

[sodoshame]

Are You Warm Enough?

Nameless Ghouls x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluff.

Summary: You fall asleep in the library, waking up in a ghouls arms. You then end up in a ghoul pile.

A/N: This is quite short, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoy though!

Trying to keep my eyes open, I groan as I sit up in my chair, stretching my arms out. I’m so, so incredibly tired; but Sister Imperator is insisting that I get this task done before the end of the day. Looking around the library, I realise there’s no-one else here. Surely a little nap won’t hurt? I set an alarm on my phone for twenty minutes, and I rest my head on the desk, allowing my eyes to close.

~20 minutes later~

I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. Confused, my eyes flicker open. Suddenly I realise I’m being carried. Looking up, I see a familiar, friendly face.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Aether smiles at me, still walking whilst carrying me.

“Aeth? I- What?” I mumble, still sleepy and confused.

“You’re gonna come back to the ghoul den, okay? You’ve been working too much, and we miss you.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But- Sister Imperator-” I start, looking around in slight confusion.

“Don’t worry about her. We’ll take care of it.” He smiles at me again, entering the common room. Putting me back on my feet, Aether shouts out to the others, alerting them of my presence.

Before I can do anything about it, I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up again, carrying me to the couch. I look up, being met with a toothy grin.

“Hi there, baby girl.” Swiss grins, sitting on the sofa and positioning me so my head is on his lap. Still sleepy, I look around, not really knowing what’s going on. I feel Swiss start to scratch my head gently with his claws, making me relax a bit.

“Mhm, that’s nice…” I mumble sleepily, letting my eyes close again.

I feel my legs be lifted up, then put back down. Opening my eyes again, I glance over to see Aether, who’s gently massaging my calves. Before I know it, Dew jumps on top of me, promptly snuggling his head into my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist, immediately purring.

“Oh, hey Dewy.” I chuckle sleepily. He responds by giving me a little squeeze and nuzzling into my neck.

Mountain walks in, ruffling my hair, as he sits down by Swiss’ legs, leaning against him. I smile at him, just accepting what I now knew was happening. A ghoul cuddle pile.

I hear excited chattering, I look up to see Cirrus and Cumulus walk in. They both grin at me and Cumulus settles down next to Swiss, leaning against him, and Cirrus plants herself on top of her. Then comes Rain and Phantom; they sit either side of Mountain, snuggling into him. Rain holds his hand up, clutching mine and giving it a little squeeze. I feel Dew raise his head slightly.

“Are you warm enough?” He asks, sounding tired himself.

“Yeah, but guys-” I start talking but am immediately interrupted by Dew snuggling his face back into my neck.

“Then sleep.” He mumbles simply.

I chuckle, finally giving into my tiredness. There’s no place I’d rather be than surrounded by my ghouls.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Eigengrau - #phanter cuddle buddies

Phantom had been partially blind from an accident that happened when they were a kit. But with the stress of being forced away from their Papa - who chases every bad memory away - not only do they lose sight of a possible reunion, but they also lose their sight, altogether while they other Ghouls are helpless but to watch them spiral into depression...

Words: 2.2k

Relationships: Phantom & Copia, Phantom & Aether, Dew/Aether. Swiss/Phantom

Tags: they/them Phantom, Phantom and Aether are siblings, blindness, hurt/comfort, angst, family dynamics, forced separation, parent-child relationship, implied murder Ghouls at the end, mostly phanter and aethtom (platonic) but a little bit of dewther and swisstom for the soul lol

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    Phantom’s skin had long been painted in a myriad of scars acquired from a whole host of injuries and tales, but perhaps the most obvious is the one on their face. They got it when they were just a kit and training with their clan, getting a little overeager and causing a burst of unbridled Quintessential magic to erupt into their face. The instinct they got to turn away caused the damage to only hit the left side of their face, but it also took away most of the vision in that eye.

    They had no peripheral vision left, very little depth perception and only a straw’s width of a gap in the eigengrau void to actually see through. They slowly adjusted to their new way of having to view the world, always feeling unbalanced and often getting migraines from the sheer amount of compensating their right eye had to do.

    But, by the time they were summoned to Earth, they had fully adjusted and accepted what they now had to live with. And considering they now had their Papa with them, and were reunited with their brother, Aether, once more, they could never complain too much about anything in their life.

    Nightmares of all they went through were chased away by Copia’s scent of stale tobacco settled into woollen sweaters and aged parchment. The human’s strong arms around them made them feel safe and at home. And they could never get enough of sleeping in their Papa’s arms, listening to his heart and feeling his fingers thread through their black and white hair.

    It was all so perfect and Phantom could memorise every detail of their Papa despite their partially blind condition.

    Well… That was until it all fell apart, and a wedge was driven between Phantom and their beloved Papa. Now, they could no longer spend their nights holding each other, Phantom couldn’t be soothed by Copia’s scent after a nightmare, and their soul ached with the loneliness of it. All because of some promotion and arbitrary new rules that deemed their parent-child relationship as unprofessional and unsafe.

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    Copia no longer had the responsibility of caring for the Ghouls. That was a Papa’s job and he was a Papa no more.

    The most interaction Phantom got with Frater was a nod in the corridor and a handshake at formal events. No hugs, no I love you’s and no visits to either’s rooms for sleepovers and cuddles.

    It had been just over a year and a half since this separation started and Phantom was losing hope for any reunion. They were having more nightmares than ever and so many were of Copia getting hurt and Phantom not being able to save them. The anxiety of those dreams possibly being premonitions was making them beyond stressed and what sleep they were getting was of no real quality.

    One day, they woke up from one of their nightmares and cracked their right eye open, gently smacking their left temple to get the other eye open. Sometimes it took a little longer to clear the sleep out from what little they could see from that side. But… that side was open… Why was it still so dark?

    Phantom felt their breathing pick up and their throat become dry. Their right eye saw the room spinning and the left saw completely nothing.

    “Aeth?! Aether, help!” They called, smacking their hand against the wall behind their bed that separated them from their older brother.

    The older Quint was in like a flash, holding their face in his hands and checking them over.

    “What’s wrong, love? Nightmare?” He asked, his heart breaking for his younger sibling.

    They shook their head as all breath seemed to have failed them.

    “M- my eye… C- can’t s- s- see anyth- thing…” They strained out against the panic and tears that had started to consume them.

    Aether’s face grew to one of worry as he checked in and indeed saw their left eye devoid of anything, and his mind devoid of a solution or remedy.

    “It’s okay, Bug. I’m here, it’ll be alright.” He said, gathering the little Quint into his arms and holding them tight, rocking them back and forth and encasing them both in a Quintessence bubble to calm them.

    Phantom didn’t know if it was calming them or just stopping them from getting worse. What they did know, was that their Papa being there would have made it all a lot better.

    Over the following weeks, they couldn’t adjust to their completely half-blind state. They practically had a constant headache from how much effort their right eye was putting in and they felt so horrifically unbalanced that they were a walking hazard. If it wasn’t this situation, it would be slightly funny and everyone would be calling them Bambi on ice.

    Aether was at a complete loss for what had caused this. He helped heal Phantom when the accident that took part of their vision first happened and even the best healers in their clan said it wouldn’t get worse after it had healed. Inbetween reassuring Phantom and shifts in the infirmary, he was researching everything he could about ocular health and spending as much time as he could doing it.

    One night, when Dew came down to force-feed him and make sure he actually took a break, he found the answer.

    “IT’S STRESS!” Aether called as he read the article on the screen.

   After the librarian came to admonish him for his volume, he hugged Dew tight, happy to have an answer.

    “Wait, if stress causes blindness, how come Mountain hasn’t been blind from birth? He’s the biggest stresshead we know.” The Fire Ghoul chuckled.

    “Who fucking knows? Probably because Phant’s left eye is already weak? As for Mountain, no clue.” Aether was still smiling, happy to have an answer for his little sibling and now hopefully start being able to help. That smile, though, was soon wiped from his face when his phone buzzed with a message from Swiss.

    ‘Get back up here NOW. Phantom needs you.’

    Aether forgot to clean up or switch the computer off before he was running out of the library and back up to the den but he didn’t care one bit. Nothing and no one stopped him until he was back in Phantom’s room, asking what was wrong when he saw Phantom deep in another panic attack.

    As Aether desperately tried to get Phantom to calm, Swiss explained that the vision in Phantom’s right eye was starting to fade now too…

    Aether’s heart sank as he saw that cloud of blindness start to creep in around Phantom’s healthy eye. The distress of this whole situation being so cruel to such a pure soul that had already fought so much. When would they ever get their break?

    The right eye now saw what the left used to. Merely a pin-point of light and the blurred shapes and figures of things in their immediate vicinity. They couldn’t read, couldn’t see the faces of their loved ones and couldn’t even see when they passed Copia in the corridor.

    After Swiss told them when they had, yet again, missed a wave from their Papa they broke down and sobbed for what they were losing. Not only their sight but the hope of everything going back to how it was. How was everything meant to be the same again when Phantom couldn’t even see the person in front of them?

    They knew blind Ghouls could still live good lives but they didn’t want this. They wanted to be able to see their Papa’s eyes light up when his pipistrello entered the room and the warm smile that caused every little crease and wrinkle on his face to pop out.

    Every morning that Phantom woke up without Copia was another that made them more depressed for what they lost. And as they lost even more of their vision - it only taking a couple weeks for sightlessness to completely take them - they only became more catatonic. The pack ached to see such a vibrant Bug so dull and flat.

    Aether’s heart cried even more for his little sibling and he was draining himself dry to try and give them plenty of Quintessence to just do something other than stare at the nothing and cry.

    Seeing the little Quint’s stars fade was tearing the pack apart. All of them had been affected by the forced separation to Copia, but none more than Phantom. There had barely been a night since they came home from Frater’s last tour that at least one of them didn’t sleep with Phantom because while their Papa may not be there to chase the nightmares away, someone else could be.

    No one dared tell Copia either. Aether, Swiss and Mountain – being the biggest and strongest Ghouls – were occasionally chosen to escort Copia as security on business trips but even then they were too scared to be anything but professional with Frater.

    They’d all seen what the Clergy is capable of - Primo, Secondo and Terzo’s bodies and Dew’s unnatural Element are all proof of that - and no one would dare tempt a reprise or something even worse. Sister may be gone, but she certainly didn’t act alone in her cruelties and her followers still dominated the Clergy.

    If Copia knew the situation had made his bambino blind from the stress of it all it would break him more than he had already been broken by the separation too. And at least very least, one of them had to appear strong for the other.

    Copia knew his Ghouls though, and suspected they were hiding something from Swiss’ jaw tightening, the way Aether’s Adam’s apple bobbed, how Mountain’s ears flicked at the mention of Phantom’s name. But, pry as he might, he could never get any information from them that told Copia how his pipistrello was doing aside from the bare minimum.

    He couldn’t go and investigate either. Not without risking so much. He already had visions of his Ghouls being sent back to the Pits they came from and he could never risk Phantom being sent back, not after all they’ve been through.

    So Copia kept his nose down and did his best. Though even his best didn’t seem to be enough to help Phantom. He never saw them in the halls anymore or in the cafeteria. He couldn’t find them in the crowds at Black Mass and apparently they could no longer attend rehearsals or their duties either.

    Phantom couldn’t do much of anything as they rotted in their own mind. They felt as useless as a kit as they wandered the den in tiny steps with one hand on the wall for stability. Their other senses were overwhelmed by what they had to make up for too but they couldn’t shut them off when it’s all they had to rely on now. They didn’t really leave their room much anyway. Sitting in front of the TV felt like a mockery and it wasn’t like they could cook for themself – even before they were blind. Walking around the halls was more hassle than it was worth and they could barely even feel the sunlight on their eyelids anymore.

    Aether went in to see Phantom in the morning before work, kissing their forehead with a promise to come by after his shift. When he did, his heart broke into an infinitesimal number of pieces as he realised they hadn’t moved an inch since he left them twelve hours prior.

    “I don’t know what to do, Dew.” Aether said to his mate in the evening after Swiss came in to sit with the Bug. Planting his elbows on the breakfast table, he buried his face into his hands.

    Dew poured two glasses of neat whiskey for them both and pushed one towards the Quint, standing next to him and combing his fingers through his short hair.

    “We could kill them.” Dew suggested, only half-joking as he referred to the humans that had enforced these cruel rules and restrictions.

    “I thought half of why we’ve done nothing is that we’re scared of what the Clergy will do.” Aether responded as he took the glass and let the whiskey burn down his throat.

    “Do you have any other ideas?” Dew said, shrugging his shoulders as if he was suggesting the most casual activity you could think of.

    Aether exhaled and traced a claw around the edge of the glass.

    “We know who Sister’s loyalists are.” He said.

    Dew’s wicked grin heated up the space around them both. “We do.”

    “We’re natural born predators too. We know how to be discreet and only harm, not kill.”

    “That we are, love.” Dew said, kissing his mate’s cheek with a deep purr.

    “Someone needs to stay with Phantom tomorrow then. While we explain this to the pack.” Aether thought out loud.

    “We’ll figure it out, Aether. We’ll get our Bug back.” Dew promised, toasting their whiskey glasses and letting the glow of the moon light up the amber liquid.

    Phantom didn’t know why, but the next morning, as they awoke next to Swiss, they felt the sun on their eyes a little stronger than usual. And while it was quickly snuffed out by the tidal waves of depression they had fallen into, the tiny spark of hope that fluttered in their chest was so so bright.

    Almost as bright as Phantom would see Copia’s eyes when they finally reunited…

One shot master post can be found here

#phanter cuddle buddies master post can be found here

And the amazing @anotherbananasong did some art of Phantom based on this you can find here

[ghoul-slime]

Ok, but how about Dr. Aether performing hole inspections on all the ghouls returning home from the first leg of tour. He slips on a pair of gloves and is very pleased to find that of all the ghouls, Dew is still nice and tight - just as tight as the day he left, in fact.

Phantom, on the other hand, not so much. He slides a finger inside and is surprised to find him wet and loose. His little bug has clearly been very well-used throughout the tour. And Phantom, sitting there with his legs in the stirrups, completely bare from the waist down, is red-faced and blushing and so very ashamed. He’s sure that Aether is disappointed in him, that he’s going to scold him and tell him that he’s completely let them all down with his bad behavior.

But instead, Aether slips two more fingers inside and tells him what a good boy he’s been. How proud of him he is for clearly servicing their pack so well and so often throughout a long, hard tour. And now, Phantom is lightheaded and blushing at Aether’s praise, so, so proud of himself for doing such a good job. In fact, he’s done such a good job that Aether rewards him with another nice, big cock up his ass right then and there.

[terzosboyfriend]

Dew : *Trying to scratch the hell out of Phantom*

Aether: *Holding Dew back looking mildly annoyed*

Swiss: "The fuck did you do Ant?"

Phantom: *Licking a fudge popsicle* "I took the last fudge pop.

Dew: "I HAD DIBS ON IT!"

[atlas-ghoul-account]

Home Safe.

Warnings: swiss leaves, discussions of ocd, mentionings of touching wood, talk of food, food anxiety (whether it is safe to eat, intrusive thoughts surrounding food), intrusive thoughts about safety of others, hand washing, dry skin because of hand washing (idk i'm just saying everything just in case)

Notes: So this is a bit more of ocd phantom, credit of ocd phantom still lies with @littlemoon-beam lol, I just borrowed it to project some of the stuff I do. That being said, whilst this is my experience of ocd traits/tendencies, if you see anything that isn't quite written write please reach out!

Also also: I can't remember who said it, but I've borrowed the headcanon that Swiss goes back to the ministry to help Aether in the infirmary.

Phantom's ocd gets worse now that Swiss is gone. Now that he's no longer touring, Phantom can no longer make sure he's okay, he can't check on him. He usually knows he's okay, he can just look over and check. And there Swiss would be, looking at him like he was insane as the young quintessence ghoul pokes his head into his bunk to stare at him for a second before leaving. But now he can't do that, because Swiss has gone back to the ministry.

And Phantom knows he can't phone him every time he gets an intrusive thought about him. He knows that, but he wants to. Because then he knows he's safe. And he just wants to know that Swiss is safe.

The compulsions don't take long to start creeping in.

After the Birmingham ritual, when Swiss announces that Aether needs him in the infirmary, Phantom freezes. This can't be real, it can't because Swiss is his lifeline. He's the only thing that keeps him from spiralling out of control, the only sense of normalcy that he can latch onto whilst on tour.

They don't have long to say goodbye, because it isn't really a goodbye after all, but a see you later. Although, that doesn't mean it hurts any less. And almost everyone else has known Swiss longer than him, so Phantom thinks they deserve spending longer with him. So he holds back, no matter how much it hurts. It makes sense to Phantom at least, he probably didn't matter as much to Swiss as the others he had known for years.

"See you later, Ant," Swiss whispers, "Call me anytime." Phantom gives a small nod.

"See you later," He whispers, not able to stop himself from thinking that perhaps he should be going to help at the infirmary instead. He was a quintessence ghoul after all. A small part of his brain told him that actually, Swiss' quintessence, whilst not his main element, was stronger than his. That Phantom wasn't good enough with his quintessence to help.

That night, when he's alone in his bunk, listening to the world go past, his skin crawls. He can't sleep, too scared that if he does something might happen to Swiss. Or he wakes up and the other ghouls are gone too. Or Perpetua, human's are rather fragile after all.

'He won't make it home safe unless you touch wood.' His mind calls out to him. Phantom knows it's irrational, he knows. But why take that risk? Why risk Swiss? He doesn't have to question it before he's tapping wood in his sequence.

Three times, which he repeats another three times. Before repeating it one final time.

Although, it does little to resolve the anxiety, if he's being honest. Instead, he slides out of his bunk, creeping across the bus to Swiss' bunk. He slides in, pulling the curtain closed behind him. It was the closest thing he could get to Swiss. It would have to do.

The rest of the ghouls notice small differences in the coming days. The young quint ghoul looking unsure before doing certain things - things he hadn't questioned in a long time.

Hand washing became more frequent, worried that the germs on his hands would make the other ghouls, or Papa ill. Then they'd have to go back to the ministry, and that would be another friend he'd had to tour without. He didn't think he could do that. Naturally, it didn't take long for his hands to dry out, for his knuckles to start splitting. It made playing harder, more painful. But he couldn't stop himself from washing them, he couldn't risk them like that. Besides, the split skin didn't hurt too much.

The safety of food start cause anxiety in his chest. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other ghouls, they cooked for him all the time. But with the spike in anxiety and the small spiral downwards, he was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the doubt. What if a fly landed on it? What if they didn't wash their hands properly? Can food be left out of the fridge for that long? This is definitely cooked, right? Does this look pink?

The doubts were endless. He tried to ignore them, instead, combatting the thought with a small touch of the table wood. In the short term, it cleared his fears. He touched wood, so despite however irrational it was, it would still mean he would be okay if he ate it.

It doesn't take long for the ghouls to text Swiss, to ask for advice. They feel guilty, knowing that Aether, Omega, and now Swiss were absolutely swamped in the infirmary, but they really don't know how to help the quint.

[nastylittleghouls]

Dewdrop: I helped Mountain rearrange the greenhouse this morning, you wouldn't believe how hungry I am Dewdrop: *eats hotdog in one bite* Ifrit: Wow, slow down. I've never seen you swallow anything so quickly Aether: I have *sips tea* Dewdrop: *chokes on the food* Phantom: Now you made Dew choke, Aeth Aether: Again, not for the first time *smirks* Omega: By Baphomet's tits....One meal. Just one meal without the two of you being like this!

[cumulo-ghoulll]

Ghoul Pack HCs

(all ghouls can shape shift into different animals at full moons. here's what I think each ghoul would turn into with little to no explanation)

Dew

A totally very threatening super spooky black cat. Black cats are common around the Ministry so cat!dew has to wear a named collar so he's not accidentally taken to someone's dorm by a sibling of sin mistaking him for their pet cat

Rain

This exact octopus. No, I won't explain.

Aether

A very domestic black wolf. It's common for ghouls from older generations to be bigger animals. The era 1 and 2 ghouls turn into some of the biggest animals the ministry has ever seen! Aether, being from era 3, is a pretty large black wolf during full moons.

Phantom

Not quite a wolf but close enough! Phantom is a very energetic black german shepherd. He can often be found tagging along behind Aether if he hasn't been snatched up by a group of Siblings of Sin giving his kisses and scratches.

Swiss

Don't be fooled by that cute face. He'll take your arm off if you even remotely smell of food.

Mountain

I feel like this one is self explanatory.

Cumulus

She is definitely a barn owl and I will fight anyone who disagrees. She sits in the rafters of the chapel and sings along to the hymns!

Cirrus

Golden eagle. I won't explain. Golden eagle.

[sovaghoul]

Ghouls as flowers. All images are screenshots from fb groups

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Ifrit

Rain

Aether

Sunshine

Omega

Swiss

Phantom

Dewdrop

Delta

Aurora